Dear one, Once again I write to you even though I don´t know if you´ll see this. However, I know you hear my murmurs as a sweet eco in your dreams… sometimes, perhaps. I wish. I am happy to see there are new colors in your life, I am sure you are happier than before which means you have evolved and when we do, we suffer less. I also see a more mature and tranquil you now, that fills me with joy, immensely, I suffered a lot when I saw you looking sad. I know the place you go when you feel like that, I know it very well, I visited it too since a child, but I am glad you don´t go there anymore… at least not that often :D There are many places you can go, you always knew… books will always be an open window to escape through, I wrote one for you so I could escape but, after others read it, I realized they escaped too :D I hope you realize that just for being in this planet, you have given hope to seven people and counting… it´s not published yet, but very very soon it will be. I keep an unfinished drawing of you, I couldn´t burn it the last time I tried to forget about you. I´ll work on it now that I know that I can´t lie to myself, I know you like them, I love them, I never draw like when I draw you. About your shoes, I constantly find myself thinking of them. I think shoes somehow represent the world we perceive around us, or the way we would like it to be. I also think that we both live in a society that suffocate us one way or another, in my case, I am limited in my actions because I don´t have money enough, in your case it’s even more absurd, absolute nonsense, you are a woman inside your culture and that alone is an invisible burka, the world that we came in is harder than what we expected, however, we are strong and we both want to be free. Everyday gives us the opportunity to become at peace with ourselves and be happy. The simple things are the ones that count, the ones that make our heart beat a little faster, with love. I hope my silence wasn´t a source of sadness, I have been quiet before. I hope my words are not a source of sadness, that would be sad. This is how I used to write to you, with smoke signals, rings that would climb to the sky as the waves of a loving heart inside a chest, in a still pond, always hoping for you to see them in the distance… and smile. “…I will draw the sky with crayons.” I have never stopped caring about you. I think about you all the time and I am happy to realize that I no longer want to “have” you, as I did before. I think of you now just for you to be happy, that gives me a joy that I cannot describe. Who can describe joy? I write sometimes to a writer from Teheran, he says that Iran is a land of poets and lovers. I hope someone writes you poems, and dearly loves you. I hope you are very, very happy. I am happy too, I have a north now, a direction in my life, my compass was fixed during May 2012. I use the eclipse to mark that day. Your book is finished, it is dedicated to you of course, and your birthday drawing is at the end and carries the dedication. Thank you and: May the sun shine always gently upon you. May there always be smiles shining around you May yours be the brightest one, always. Thank you for your light. “…You were my light in my darkest hour, I will shine for you even if you can´t see me because, you were my light in my darkest hour.” I hope you draw more, and write more too. it will give wings to your feet. Sincerely Levi R. Vallejo Writer
Posted on: Sun, 08 Sep 2013 16:04:39 +0000
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